I'm what?" Harry stammered out, the shock hitting him like a physical blow.
"The new Lord of Caer Azkaban," the old goblin responded calmly, "would you like me to contact your retainers?"
"All right," the young savior of the wizarding world said events overtaking him, "what ever you feel is necessary."
A short time later, the crowds around Gringotts Bank looked around in confusion as the sound of hoof beats shattered the morning's silence, none knowing the significance save one a few of the older members of the crowd who all bore a looks of shock.
Moments later with a bang a coach appeared in a manner reminiscent of the Knight Bus, drawn by three teams of odd black horses with manes made of fire and hoofs that threw sparks when the struck the ground.
The carriage its self was colored a deep shade of black so dark that it seemed to absorb the surrounding light and its fittings were all of a highly polished silvery metal the contrast making them appear to be stars on an endless black night.
The door to the carriage was unadorned, it bore no crest, no coat of arms trusting the six horses to announce the identity of its owner, for none but the Lord of Azkaban would dare to use Nightmares as his means of transportation.
Perched on the drivers seat was a single man dressed in clothing as dark as the carriage, drawing sharply on the rains to halt the carriage before the front steps he ceased all motion.
The gathered crowd drew its collective breath as one of the carriage doors began to open; stepping out of it was a young woman, almost a child by modern standards.
Her dark brown hair was drawn up in a business like bun and her dark clothing was a close match to the driver's, clutched in her arms was a large tome, and her manner was so cold as to make some in the watching crowd shiver.
Walking up the stairs to the front doors of Gringotts she looked neither right nor left choosing instead to focus on her goal with a single minded intensity.
"You," she said attracting the attention of the nearest employee as she walked into the lobby, "inform Lord Azkaban that his servants have arrived and await his pleasure."
Nodding his head the red headed man left to inform his superiors of the strange woman and her odd request.
Seeing that her order appeared to have been carried out the woman strode to one side and stood with perfect stillness awaiting the summons of her Lord.
Harry's conversation with the old goblin was interrupted by a discrete knock at the door after a moment a young goblin entered, "Sir." He addressed Snaphook, "one of our human employees was told to inform Lord Azkaban that 'his servants have arrived.'"
"How many?" The older Goblin enquired.
"At present just one sir, a woman what do you wish me to tell them sir?"
"Have them await Lord Azkaban outside of this room so that he can more easily summon them when the need arises." Bowing the younger goblin left the room on his appointed task.
Within minutes the young goblin had returned "Lord Azkaban's servant is awaiting his instructions outside Sir." He said addressing the older goblin, after giving the message he bowed and left the room.
"Shall I have her come in?" the old goblin asked, seeing his client not he walked to the door and motioned for someone unseen to enter.
Walking through the door was a beautiful young woman of about Harry's age; walking towards her he extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter" and blinked in surprise at her reaction.
Dropping to her knees the girl kissed his hand, "all hail my Lord Azkaban, long may he rule."
"Umm…ok, what is your name?"
"My name is Rebecca my Lord; I am your personal servant and assistant."
"You don't have to call me Lord, just call me Harry."
"It wouldn't be proper to do so in public my Lord," she said glancing at Snaphook, "though if my Lord wishes I shall do so in private."
"Your Lord wishes," Harry said with a grin, his first genuine grin since the day his God Father died. "Please get up, I have to finish things here then I am going to go shopping."
"Is their any way that I can assist you my lord?" The woman asked hopefully.
"Not unless you know something about inheritance laws and banking standards." Harry said with a grin. "I also need to withdraw a sizeable amount of money to pay for my purchases."
"I can help you with that my Lord," the woman replied somewhat hesitantly. "I can take care of any paperwork you might have and I can quite easily arrange payment for any purchases you might wish to make."
"Excellent," the Gringotts Solicitor smiled, handing the large stack of files to Harry's new assistant. "Now that I am no longer needed I shall leave the room to the two of you, I shall have a goblin waiting for you outside the door to show you the way out."
The departure of Snaphook left the two of them alone; "Umm" Harry said breaking the silence after a few moments, "so what exactly are your duties Rebecca?"
"My duties?" the girl perked up, happy to be back on familiar ground, "my duties are to serve my Lord Azkaban in any way that he desires and to make his life as easy as possible."
"All right." Harry said reasonably, "first things first since we are alone call me Harry, secondly would you mind helping me sort out these files."
"Of course my Lor…Harry I shall look them at once." She said as she began sorting through the stack of files, making the odd notation in her massive book.
Seeing that any aid he could offer would do more to hinder her efforts then help them, Harry turned back to his magazine.
After several minutes he became aware that she had stopped working and was standing silently before him, "yes?" He said turning his attention back to his new assistant.
"I have finished my task Harry, would you like me to do something else?"
"Nothing else to do lets go shopping now, clothing store first I think." He said after looking down at his tattered garments with a grin "after that we shall see."
Leaving the bank, they immediately went to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get Harry some new
I'm what?" Harry stammered out, the shock hitting him like a physical blow.
"The new Lord of Caer Azkaban," the old goblin responded calmly, "would you like me to contact your retainers?"
"All right," the young savior of the wizarding world said events overtaking him, "what ever you feel is necessary."
A short time later, the crowds around Gringotts Bank looked around in confusion as the sound of hoof beats shattered the morning's silence, none knowing the significance save one a few of the older members of the crowd who all bore a looks of shock.
Moments later with a bang a coach appeared in a manner reminiscent of the Knight Bus, drawn by three teams of odd black horses with manes made of fire and hoofs that threw sparks when the struck the ground.
The carriage its self was colored a deep shade of black so dark that it seemed to absorb the surrounding light and its fittings were all of a highly polished silvery metal the contrast making them appear to be stars on an endless black night.
The door to the carriage was unadorned, it bore no crest, no coat of arms trusting the six horses to announce the identity of its owner, for none but the Lord of Azkaban would dare to use Nightmares as his means of transportation.
Perched on the drivers seat was a single man dressed in clothing as dark as the carriage, drawing sharply on the rains to halt the carriage before the front steps he ceased all motion.
The gathered crowd drew its collective breath as one of the carriage doors began to open; stepping out of it was a young woman, almost a child by modern standards.
Her dark brown hair was drawn up in a business like bun and her dark clothing was a close match to the driver's, clutched in her arms was a large tome, and her manner was so cold as to make some in the watching crowd shiver.
Walking up the stairs to the front doors of Gringotts she looked neither right nor left choosing instead to focus on her goal with a single minded intensity.
"You," she said attracting the attention of the nearest employee as she walked into the lobby, "inform Lord Azkaban that his servants have arrived and await his pleasure."
Nodding his head the red headed man left to inform his superiors of the strange woman and her odd request.
Seeing that her order appeared to have been carried out the woman strode to one side and stood with perfect stillness awaiting the summons of her Lord.
Harry's conversation with the old goblin was interrupted by a discrete knock at the door after a moment a young goblin entered, "Sir." He addressed Snaphook, "one of our human employees was told to inform Lord Azkaban that 'his servants have arrived.'"
"How many?" The older Goblin enquired.
"At present just one sir, a woman what do you wish me to tell them sir?"
"Have them await Lord Azkaban outside of this room so that he can more easily summon them when the need arises." Bowing the younger goblin left the room on his appointed task.
Within minutes the young goblin had returned "Lord Azkaban's servant is awaiting his instructions outside Sir." He said addressing the older goblin, after giving the message he bowed and left the room.
"Shall I have her come in?" the old goblin asked, seeing his client not he walked to the door and motioned for someone unseen to enter.